Jackson, part 9 - story by Sarav59 (Patreon)

Jackson couldn't hear anything other than his pounding heart. 

BOOM BOOM

It echoed in his ears blocking out all other sounds. 

He had never been so tired before. None of his previous races could compare to this. 

How long he had been running? It felt like hours. His thighs were so huge that they slapped into each other after each step, causing his fat to jiggle up and down his body. His belly begin to pull him forward but he managed to arch his back and regain his balance.

It took all his stamina just to stay upright. 

But he was lazer focused on that door. He could see the parking lot of the warehouse. It was so close, just a few steps away. 

He could do it. He could get out of here. He would prove to himself and Finley that he could win this race regardless of his size. All those years of athlete practice were flooding back. The pride of winning was within his grasp. Just one foot in front of the other.

Jackson turned his head, as much as his neck folds allowed, to get a glimpse of Finley. He wanted to see the look of defeat on Finley’s face just as he walked out that door. But what he saw next to him wasn’t Finley, definitely not Finley.

What... What the fu-?!